Bully stepbrother

63. Apology

MADISON

It was on Tuesday, around mid-December, a couple of weeks after what Caden had done.

In case I haven't made myself clear, yes, I had been ignoring him because he needed to know what he did was highly wrong.

Of course, I wanted him out of jail, but that doesn't mean what he did to Daisy Esteban was going unnoticed.

He promised me things would be better, then he went and did something so unimaginable, something so brutal, so horrible.

No! He needed to feel the guilt. He needed to know I wasn't okay with anything like that.

He almost killed someone and dragged himself into deep shit that could've destroyed his future and mine.

Did I mention today is the last day of school for the year? It is. It's almost Christmas, and Caden still wasn't permitted to travel back home. This leaves me wondering if leaving for New York tomorrow was a good decision.

Mom and dad were only expecting me for the holidays since Caden had to cover himself with arrogance and provoked dad to give up trying to get everyone together for Christmas.

But somehow I feel like I am in the same situation; that is, I am stuck here.

Do you think there is any way I could leave Caden by himself without him jumping through the window?

Acknowledged; he had been very polar opposite of himself these days. He had been reasonable and polite. But God knows he can be unthinkable, and I am not prepared for another chaos as he was good at.

At least, I had successfully caught up with all my classes with the help of Asher, who had given me some lessons and had helped convince his uncle about the days I've skipped at work. Also, he had helped babysit Caden while I was at work.

So yes, I was able to concentrate on school and my work in the past weeks.

I must say it wasn't easy attending class without Caden, though. All I hope is for him to be able to return or else he'd be retaking these classes, and that would mean having to attend different classes next semester if so.

Do I want that? No!

It's something I don't think I want now. Yes, maybe I used to say I wanted him away from me, but now, I don't want him anywhere but close to me.

I might be mad at him, but he had consumed all of me. I was infatuated with everything that was him. Everything that lived around and within him. And everything that was below and above him. He had become my addiction. For that, I am enamored by everything he had touched or anywhere he had visited. God! I was madly in love with Caden Thaddeus, and it was a very foolish choice.

It was hard avoiding him at home. Granted, he had been nothing but soft and nice.

As promised, he does all the chores and the cooking. He remains attentive and cautious of the words he speaks, and he will always try to check whether I was done being mad.

It was quite sweet of him.

Honestly, the past days were the sweetest days of my life even though I was practically punishing myself from having what I really want.

Every time I walk back into that apartment, the urge to run into his arms becomes more tempting than the prior day. There's always a tantalizing perspective of what our day could be like if I gave in to the irresistible man smiling at me from the couch.

And it was nothing but flowery and laughter and joys. It's all I ever wanted with him.

But I was denying myself that.